A Pilgrim’s Consolation
Warfare, pilgrim, is good reason to betake yourself from here.
Seek the roads that no one else takes; from the crowd now disappear.
Do not disdain the pebble that now lodges in your shoe.
Hail those you meet along the way; give praise where praise is due.
Shield yourself from falsehood by recalling holy tales;
Strengthen soul and body as you drink the sacred ales.
At the crest of yonder mountain, where clouds obscure the view,
Fear not, O weary pilgrim: Someone watches over you.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on May 19, 2019, in Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged crest, crowd, disdain, falsehood, hail, obscure, pilgrim, reason, roads, shield, tales, warfare. Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.